Date: Thu, 24 Mar 2011 06:07:48 +0000
From: Jack Marcos
Subject: Lock-In at the Cigar Bar
The following story contains depictions of graphic, unprotected sex between
adult men. It also features men who smoke cigars and/or have a cigar
smoking fetish. By writing this I do not wish to in any way promote
unprotected sex or smoking -- it is simply a fantasy. All "characters" are
fictional, and are not intended to resemble anyone living or dead. Comments
may be directed to jackmarcos23@hotmail.com
I sat in the booth, looking over the crowded bar. Men, both young and old,
were talking and laughing, kissing and groping and were in various stages
of undress. Over by a wall I could see a tall man and his younger
boyfriend. He was about a foot higher and probably one and a half times as
wide. In his mouth was a thick, dark cigar which he was lighting. He was
wearing a tight white T-shirt and equally tight pants. They looked like
leather and contained what appeared to be a massive and erect penis. It was
pressing tightly against the fabric. His boyfriend stroked it gently.
The man took a long drag on his cigar, now lit. Tilting his head back, he
blew a plume of smoke above their heads. Sweat glistened on his forehead.
His boyfriend moved closer to him, running a hand through his short black
hair as they kissed. My cock began to stiffen inside my jeans; I rested a
hand over it, rubbing firmly. The man broke free of their liplock and took
another drag on his cigar, then went back to kissing his younger friend.
Though he faced his back to me, I could tell the lad was probably bursting
out of his pants -- he was writhing in his lover's muscled arms, feeling
the hard, sweaty body with his hands. The man gently placed a hand on his
boyfriend's head, guiding him downward. The lad began to crouch with no
hestation and unzipped the man's pants.
Other such men occupied the bar in many positions and entanglements. It was
past 3AM and the doors had been locked for an hour or so. Half the lights
had been turned off and all the windows closed. Most of the men here were
cigar smokers or those who enjoyed the company of such men. A thick cloud
of smoke hung in the air. Mixed with the combined body heat and mounting
sexual energy of those inside, it nurtured an intoxicating atmosphere --
even before alcohol might enter the equation.
The cigar smoking man was now leaning against the wall, his young lover
shirtless and bobbing his head up and down on the sizeable cock. He brought
the cigar to his mouth once more and dragged, clearly enjoying both the
taste of the stogie and the sensation of a moist and hungry mouth working
on his cock. Cigar clenched between his lips, he placed both hands on the
back of his lover's head, forcing himself all the way in. You could tell
the moment his cock made it into the young man's throat by the change in
his facial expression. His friend struggled slightly but the man held him
firmly in place, puffing on the cigar between his lips. Upon seeing this I
realized my cock was throbbing against the now far too small restraints of
my jeans. I leaned back on the leather seater and unzipped, releasing it.
Though it was mostly a bar for pairs of men, anyone was welcome here --
even just to watch. I was hoping to get more than a look.
The young man now pulled back off his, I hazard a guess, master's cock and
I could hear him gasping for air. The man looked down at his young lover,
giving a smile that showed both affection and sinister intention. He puffed
on his cigar again and then forced the lad's mouth back onto his cock and
repeated the process of sliding the entire length inside of him. The man on
his knees was a bit more relaxed now and began fucking his face against the
huge cock - in short bursts, taking a few seconds every now and then to
breathe.
I was grasping my own cock at this stage, rubbing it somewhat roughly. I
took a stogie from my shirt pocket and began to light it. It was the first
I had had in few days and the taste was sublime. When it was lit, I dragged
as much smoke into my mouth as I could and then slowly exhaled - all the
while rubbing my, at this stage, very hard cock. I gazed back over at the
horny couple.
The cigar smoking man was holding his lover's head quite firmly now, the
muscles in his arms tensing as he thrust his hips. The young man's mouth
was truly taking a pounding. Though much was happening in the busy,
smoke-filled room, I could distinguish the sound of the cock slapping the
back of his throat, with the occassional gag as it thrust deep beyond his
mouth. When this would happen, the man held his lover's head in place, his
expression relishing the tightness around his cock. The end of his cigar
illuminated his face briefly as smoke blew from either side of his
mouth. His movements were becoming somewhat erratic (he and I both), his
cock was likely preparing to empty a salty load over the eager young man's
tongue. I dragged deeply on my own stogie and exhaled another cloud of
smoke.
It was then I noticed the man sitting across from me in the booth. I hadn't
seen him getting in because my attention was so consumed with the
passionate couple by the wall. He was slim, probably the same age as me. He
had a beard and moustache of short, almost wispy hair that gave him an air
of mischief. My cock at this stage was at least half way to orgasm so I was
well beyond courtesy and formal introduction. I exchanged a glance with
him, we were obviously seeking the same pleasure. I stopped jerking my cock
for a moment and offered it to him, making a gesture of invitation with my
free hand. He rose almost instantly; I could see his boner stretching his
pants out as he stood.
Across the bar, the cigar smoking man was hunched over his lover's head,
holding it in both his hands. The expression on his face indicated he was
filling the young man's mouth with semen at that precise moment. I didn't
need to see the lad's face to know that he was probably in as much pleasure
as his partner.
My booth-mate was now kneeling between my legs and had begun lapping at my
engorged cock. Too aroused to be satisfied by such timid actions, I took a
note from the cigar smoking man's book, placed the stogie in my mouth and
my hands behind the cute guy's head, forcing myself deep inside him. He
resisted briefly but then relaxed and began sliding his wet lips up and
down the length of my shaft. I felt the back of his throat brush against my
cock head with every thrust.
Puffing on my cigar as my cock was being eagerly devoured, I looked back
over at the couple. The younger man was standing up now, his back to the
cigar smoking man. His pants had been opened. The man's hands were around
the lad's torso, one was jerking his cock, the other resting on the his
stomach, holding the stogie. He was kissing and sucking at his lover's
neck, the young man's face a picture of extacy. It lasted less than a
minute, his balls obviously ready to explode after the working that his
mouth had just been given. He began to convulse in passion but the man held
him tightly in place, semen erupting from the lad's cock. The cigar smoking
man then took a drag on his stogie, the young man craning his neck around
to face his partner, still wrapped in those strong muscled arms. They
shared a kiss once more.
I then felt a wonderful, wet constriction around my cock and looked back to
my kneeling companion. His face was pressed firmly into my pubic hair, my
cock as far down his throat as it could possibly go. I ran a hand through
his hair, stroking him reaffirmingly and applying pressure to the back of
his head. A few more like that and I was going to cum in his mouth. Rather
than rush the moment, I decided to let him work my seed out on his own.
I relaxed into the leather seater, my legs stretched out, hands behind my
head, cigar between my lips and the cute guy's mouth working hungrily on my
cock. Time elapsed, I don't recall how much. Couples had begun to leave but
my new friend's stamina didn't seem to be waning -- something I was
certainly not displeased with. He began to alternate between slathering the
sides of my cock with his wet lips and taking me deeply into his throat,
his face pressing firmly into my pubic hair like before. He would
occasionally glance up at me for reassurance that I was enjoying his
work. I lay back, puffing on my cigar, looking down at him contentedly.
I was nearly there now. Though I didn't get to see the cigar smoking man
fill his lover's hungry mouth up close, I fully intended to watch this
gorgeous man wolf down my seed. I pushed him back firmly and stood up from
my seat. Grasping the back of his head with one hand, I began jerking my
cock with the other, holding it partly inside his open mouth. His arm
wrapped around my waist, a hand resting on my butt; with the other hand he
jerked his own cock. His eyes were closed, his expression wanting.
Without much coaxing I felt my pelvic muscles beginning to contract and the
first load of cum passing into my swollen cock. Dragging deeply on my
cigar, I held onto the sensation for as long as I could then simultaneously
exhaled a breath of smoke and began ejaculating into the guy's mouth. He
responded immediately and began sucking and lapping at my cock. I held his
head firmly, ensuring not a drop would be missed. I spasmed in pleasure
with each wave of orgasm and weakened at the feel of his tongue circling my
now extremely sensitive cock.
I paused a moment, spent and savoring the sensation before he began to suck
my cock once more. He clearly liked the taste. When he was done, he looked
up at me, smirking satedly. A small puddle of semen lay between my feet
where he brought himself to orgasm in time with my own. I looked back to
his face and saw some of my seed just above his chin. I collected it with
my thumb, which he then sucked clean.
I pulled my jeans back up and dragged on my stogie one last time, leaving
the remains in an ashtray by the seater. I shared another glance with him,
this one leading to an altogether more innocent interaction -- a kiss. We
wrapped our arms around each other for the duration, him tasting the cigar
on my breath and me tasting the faint flavor of my semen on his lips and
tongue. We shared a final look before going our separate ways, both of us
clearly having received something deeply satisfying from the encounter.
Before leaving the bar, I looked over at the couple by the wall a final
time. The cigar smoking man was nearing the end of his stogie, his arm
around his young lover who had decided to remain shirtless. They both
looked content, sharing conversation with another couple who had also
finished having sex. Turning around, I caught the door, which was slowly
closing after my generous companion's exit, and left. The streets were cold
and layered in frost and snow, a drastic change from the inviting heat of
the bar. I wouldn't miss it for too long; I was returning in a few days -
for another cigar and, if luck was with me, another beautiful man.